Zedekiah
He would bow my neck beneath a yoke.
Jeremiah
Blessed is he who suffers for all; who suffers that all may live. Bow thy neck, and save the city.
Zedekiah
I should bring shame on all the kings whose throne is my heritage; I should disgrace the mantle of my forefathers.
Think no longer of those who have been. They are dead, and worms have eaten them. Think of the city and of those who now live therein.
Zedekiah
Not me alone will Nebuchadnezzar abase, but God also.